lysergic blues

i saw you, quiet and glazed

sitting around and panning that scene

did you think you could carry on like that?

did you think you knew the way?

christ, you look so old and i look on with disgust as you

swat the enemies that only you see

i'd love to watch you drink some lye

and see you breathe through your navel

and keel over like an elephant

with a trunk full of blood and ash

christ, you look so old and i look on with disgust as you

swat the enemies that only you see

it must be nice to never care and daze around without a clue

chalked up to ignorance-is-bliss, sometimes i just feel bad,

but not for you.